I Must See What I Feel First

On the tip of my tongue,
Sits the words, 'I Love You'.
But...
Somehow,
In the depths of my heart...
I seek to define,
An appropriate meaning...
To send to my head.
There are embers I wish to burn.
To keep a warmth inside me fed.

I've been here one too many times before.
And my mouth...
Like an unlocked door,
Welcomed in a stranger...
Maybe one or two.
But no more than three...
I thought I knew but didn't.
And my peace of mind,
I no longer wish to be kept hidden.

So much do I enjoy my blessed space.
And hopefully you will come to know it.
But I must see what I feel first,
To be a part of who you are.
That thirst...
With a constant appearance on your face.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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